I totally just felt like the World's Strongest Man carrying in that last load of groceries, except for, you know, instead of carrying a car or pulling a 44 ton airplane, I was carrying 6 things of apple juice, 4 bottles of salad dressing, 3 boxes of storage baggies, 2 boxes of Hot Pockets, 2 boxes of Tyson chicken patties and 1 jar of Peter Pan peanut butter.
That, and I'm a woman.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Lesson #527
This is a lesson on the importance of not being in a hurry.
So, I was at Wal-Mart picking up groceries, formula, the Sunday paper, etc., when I made a complete and utter fool out of myself. I had gone through the self-checkout line once and taken everything out to the car when I decided it would be worth the money to go ahead and buy another Sunday paper. I go back in, grab the paper and briskly walk back to the self-checkout line.
As I'm walking up I see a lady at the front register scan an item and a few seconds later move on. I followed her as she was heading towards the door, stepped up to that back register and quickly scanned my paper. It was then I realized my mistake. The lady was still standing there. The look she was giving me was one of surprise and disgust and I immediately turned beet red. Apparently, she wasn't heading for the door at all, she was just heading to that back register because the front one wasn't working. I felt horrible, apologized profusely and offered to pay for her water bottle. She laughed, told me not to worry about it, and I left a few minutes later feeling like a total idiot.
Shopping -- fail.
So, I was at Wal-Mart picking up groceries, formula, the Sunday paper, etc., when I made a complete and utter fool out of myself. I had gone through the self-checkout line once and taken everything out to the car when I decided it would be worth the money to go ahead and buy another Sunday paper. I go back in, grab the paper and briskly walk back to the self-checkout line.
As I'm walking up I see a lady at the front register scan an item and a few seconds later move on. I followed her as she was heading towards the door, stepped up to that back register and quickly scanned my paper. It was then I realized my mistake. The lady was still standing there. The look she was giving me was one of surprise and disgust and I immediately turned beet red. Apparently, she wasn't heading for the door at all, she was just heading to that back register because the front one wasn't working. I felt horrible, apologized profusely and offered to pay for her water bottle. She laughed, told me not to worry about it, and I left a few minutes later feeling like a total idiot.
Shopping -- fail.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The Love of God
The love of God is amazing. So gentle. So kind. So wise. So powerful.
I was overwhelmed and struck with a sense of awe this morning when listening to some teaching on 1 Samuel 25 -- the story of David, Nabal and Abigail. I felt the Spirit when I read verses 32 and 33: "Then David spoke to Abigail, 'Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, who sent you this day to meet me, and blessed be your discernment, and blessed be you, who have kept me this day from bloodshed and from avenging myself by my own hand.'". Seems like a simple enough statement when read alone, but in context... Wow. The love of God hit me. And it was strong. God sent Abigail to David to keep him from evil and from bloodshed without cause. Sent her - which is to say - God was there, speaking to David through her.
*sigh* It's hard to describe. We think, "Of course God would do that.", without really thinking about it. I mean, this is love, real love here. Not violently smacking someone upside the head with "Thou shalt not.", but gently prodding that person with the love of the Father. And in that gentleness is power, more power than we can imagine. It's beyond words. You have to have felt it to know what I'm talking about.
Oh that I would be like Abigail, sent by God to meet His servants with His love.
"Behold, your maidservant is a maid to wash the feet of my lord's servants." v. 41
I know this is what God is fashioning me to be.
I was overwhelmed and struck with a sense of awe this morning when listening to some teaching on 1 Samuel 25 -- the story of David, Nabal and Abigail. I felt the Spirit when I read verses 32 and 33: "Then David spoke to Abigail, 'Blessed be the Lord God of Israel, who sent you this day to meet me, and blessed be your discernment, and blessed be you, who have kept me this day from bloodshed and from avenging myself by my own hand.'". Seems like a simple enough statement when read alone, but in context... Wow. The love of God hit me. And it was strong. God sent Abigail to David to keep him from evil and from bloodshed without cause. Sent her - which is to say - God was there, speaking to David through her.
*sigh* It's hard to describe. We think, "Of course God would do that.", without really thinking about it. I mean, this is love, real love here. Not violently smacking someone upside the head with "Thou shalt not.", but gently prodding that person with the love of the Father. And in that gentleness is power, more power than we can imagine. It's beyond words. You have to have felt it to know what I'm talking about.
Oh that I would be like Abigail, sent by God to meet His servants with His love.
"Behold, your maidservant is a maid to wash the feet of my lord's servants." v. 41
I know this is what God is fashioning me to be.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Inspiration
The other day I was on a motorcycle ride with my dad and brother. After roaming the Killeen countryside for a while, we hopped on 35, which was a little crazy considering dad was only riding his little scooter. So there we were, cruising down 35 hovering between 55 and 60 mph, the speed limit being 70, when we came to a stretch of road they were repaving. Big trucks hauling asphalt were causing a bit of a traffic jam as they entered and exited said stretch of road so we were able to get a really good whiff of the melting asphalt. At the time, I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was that caused that wonderful smell and it was then I realized that over the past two years my brain has been slowly degenerating.
Thus, the inspiration for this blog.
Here I will record any thoughts I might have that are unrelated to my kids. Right now there aren't that many, but hopefully having a place to put them will inspire a more frequent flow and give my brain the exercise it needs.
And if anyone sees me talking about my kids on here, please, feel free to slap me upside the head.
Thank you and tonight.
Thus, the inspiration for this blog.
Here I will record any thoughts I might have that are unrelated to my kids. Right now there aren't that many, but hopefully having a place to put them will inspire a more frequent flow and give my brain the exercise it needs.
And if anyone sees me talking about my kids on here, please, feel free to slap me upside the head.
Thank you and tonight.
